Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.